We Do It

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano] Nights is cold, dynamite sold Gigolo wardrobe, soft on stoves Four doors close, whores on the stroll War stories are told and fool's gold sold Boss is thrown from four story homes Porsches more Mauris is all we got on Never wore Saucony's nor a pair of ponies Row of parolies wearing Rolly's Five pies no anchovies Mack of the year, bitch I hold my trophy like Goldie I knocked a row of Pretty Tony's Tenderoni's Sent ten coyotes to run out to Wyoming Like solitary rodent... To smack you is an involuntary movement But I get caught up in the moment George "The Animal" Steele ya and kill ya Peel silver and like a fat cow, milk ya Spilt ya through a filter Your fate is sealed, I revealed ya Filth to real is familiar Real recognise realer Don't play the hand, play the dealer Wearing concealer and Tequila She sniff a smear off a mirror and then spear ya Yeah I hear ya... (We do it) Yeah I hear ya [Chorus] We do it, w-w-we do it We do it, w-w-we do it We do it, w-w-we do it We do it, w-w-we do it We do it, w-w-we do it We do it, w-w-we do it We do it, w-w-we do it We do it, w-w-we do it [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] I mangle and mash, strangle that ass Banged in the abs and laid in the trash And sprayed with the mag I came with the mask got eight in the cask Escaped in the Jag but forty jakes came with the badge The language is cash, explain to the mass The angles in math, the angels in black to claim you and flash You been a fag, i'll display you in drag Disgrace you tad, degrade you when you stable an axe Then give your weak label an axe, sable and hack The way you mack, you lose ankle fat Get in the lab and make the table crack I'm paying you back for the way you act Then lay you flat you ungrateful rat Just like a rectangle in Madden, men scat You just a resthaven for ass, you don't wanna pimp You just a trick like one of them I’m from where the lovers of sin struggle to win Spit 'til you covered in phlegm, enough to offend Mothers and kids, nothing is above getting ins We bubblin tens in timbs Son don't wanna get pinched Gun in my clinch, I'm running my sprints You stuck on the bench You swung on a limb, I hung on the strength Get front on my grip It's tight like the butt on a fish You melt like the butter on grits And won't get to sell a crumb on the strip Unless I get a hundred per cent [Chorus] We do it, w-w-we do it We do it, w-w-we do it We do it, w-w-we do it We do it, w-w-we do it We do it, w-w-we do it We do it, w-w-we do it We do it, w-w-we do it We do it, w-w-we do it [Verse 3: Ka] Move at night, the torch improve my sight The plight of Ka's bite the pie and I lose my life Hammer's will blaze but not afraid to use the knife 'Fore it's blowing on I'm going to get some jewels of Christ Forgive me, It's a pity I starved, I wasn't breast fed Gritty niggas swear to god I'm writing from my death bed City of God, to get it poppin' before I nest egg Way too witty to ever hear me say "let's beg" They say he's possessed, yes he got the ghetto in him My spit spread quick, no cure like stiletto venom Kid Philly, Big Will peel let the metal spin 'em The public my puppet, fuck it watch Geppetto string 'em From a better kingdom straight rap sound is regal Those lost in the haystack, you just found the needle All praise due to the sky so the ground receive you Bow, give a pound when we live in the crowd, we see you [Chorus] We do it, w-w-we do it We do it, w-w-we do it We do it, w-w-we do it We do it, w-w-we do it We do it, w-w-we do it We do it, w-w-we do it We do it, w-w-we do it We do it, w-w-we do it